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Sunday, July 28, 2013

Silence Shouts

Sometimes I find myself sitting down to my laptop to check Facebook or read the news and instead my hands begin to write.

It's not like I'm possessed of a spirit, don't get the holy water out. But the words which fill my thoughts and my heart need to be expressed, to be left behind.

Sometimes I am inclined to share them because I think perhaps someone else in this great big planet needs to know that someone else sees the world through the same struggles and triumphs.

After spending the better part of the last three days alone, as I do most week-ends, these words fell from my hands.

I hope they bless someone. I hope someone is encouraged by them. I hope someone sees how near God can be even when we think He is far removed and has left us to be alone.

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Silence Shouts

The silence shouts

His Accusations

His Perceptions of

My reality.

His doubts.

His rejections.

His opinions based on

Nothing.

I disdain the silence

For all of its fullness.

I know where the truth

Lies.

For behind every accusation

Is a measure of guilt.

Behind every perception

Is an ounce of action.

I know how stark is the reality.

Behind every doubt

Is a moment of weakness.

Behind every rejection

Is a time of darkness.

Behind every opinion

Is a judgment weighed honestly.

What the silence doesn’t know

Can’t see

Won’t look for

Is the foundational Truth that

Carries me through.

The truth is the Truth is my
foundation

And the darkness and the light are
both alike

To the Truth.

Opinions reverse.

Rejections erase.

Reality clears.

Doubts diminish.

Perceptions change.

Accusations are silenced.

In the stillness when

The wind has blown itself out

The earthquake has come to rest

The fire is brought to ash

Then, the Truth speaks clearly.

“Be still and know that I am God.”

“I have carved you in the palm of My
Hand.”

“My plans for you are for good and
not for evil.”

“I will never leave you nor forsake
you.”

And that’s when the silence is
silenced.

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I am a writer. It's intrinsic to my existence. I write because I can't not write. I love Jesus. I would say I'm sorry if that offends you, but I'm not. I am a follower of Christ trying to live like Him Who has saved me. I won't apologize for that either. I love to laugh and sing and read and watch people smile. I have two amazing sons, one amazing daughter-in-love and four incredible grandchildren. I am a very rich woman.